Haunted House Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

He screamed excitedly, running along. "Adrian, don't go too far, wait for me!" He turned around and waved for me to hurry. I smiled, joy filling my heart seeing how happy it made Adrian to be here. We enjoyed outdoor games, riding the carousel and others, then Adrian saw a haunted house and asked if he could go there. "Why do you want to go there? It could be very scary." "That's what I want. Like the horror stories I read." I was taken aback. "Who gave you horror stories?" He slapped his hands against his lips and shook his head. I pulled his hand down, showing him my serious face. He bent his head and pinched his little fingers. "Tell me Adrian. Remember you don't lie to Mommy."

"But I did not read much meaning to what I said then, I was only kidding. How in my sane state would I want to visit the haunted house? When I'm not losing it? Come on..." "I see nothing scary in the haunted house, it used to be one of the places I love to visit when I was still in school," Damon said. "Why and what are you scared of about the haunted house?" "Isn't it obvious? The ghosts that will keep appearing from nowhere, the dropping of blood, and the awful scary cries give me goosebumps." Megan muttered with so much exaggeration in her voice. "Isn't that enough reason to be scared?" "Cut the crap, little rose. They aren't real." He uttered with a convincing voice.

“Um, yeah, that’s the genre I’m most known for. Why?” “I know you’ve written about vampires, zombies, demons, serial killers, and even a Sasquatch, but no books about haunted houses, correct?” “No novels,” Brad said, his stomach churning with acid as he detected the point of this line of questioning, “but in my collection I have a story about a haunted treehouse.” Ramon grunted. “I bet if you released a haunted house novel, it’d be a big hit. Especially now that you actually live in a haunted house, don’t you think?”

"I've just heard stories about it from the other kids in the neighborhood." "What kind of stories?" I asked. "Well, some of them say that it's haunted," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "They say that strange things happen there at night, and that sometimes you can see a ghostly figure in one of the windows." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you believe in ghosts, Jayden?" He shook his head. "No, not really. But the stories still scare me." I could understand why. Even as a grown man, the idea of a haunted house gave me chills. But I had a feeling there was more to the story than just spooky tales.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

“Why is that your first thought? Of all the supernatural things, you jump straight to ghosts?” “Yes, ghosts!” she shot back, crossing her arms. “We live in a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, Lia! Ghosts aren’t that far-fetched!” “Okay, okay, fair point,” I conceded, holding up my hands. “And don’t even pretend they’re not real,” she added quickly. “I’ve heard too many stories to believe otherwise.” “Stories, huh?” I smirked. “Let me guess, you heard about some haunted house from a ‘friend of a friend’?”

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Too many things had been misplaced today while I was cleaning, and then the chair moved out on its own. For the first time, I allowed myself to ponder the idea of the house being haunted. Even saying it in my mind sounded silly. How would you even go about trying to figure out if it was haunted? Was there someone you could call that wasn't a looney? The ghost shows I had caught in the past always seemed to be theatrical to be considered real.